So my name is Kelsey, but you can call me; Rose. I have been doing this roleplay thing for 7 years, which is nothing compared to my twenty years on this crazy planet. I make Diem lead such an angsty life. It's a wonder they don't hate me. OH! One more thing, I came accross your site by having such an addiction to Supernatural and roleplaying and wanting to find something to combine the two, and I've found it!. I just wanted to let you know that.
Gracie Rose
Name;; Gracie Rose
Nicknames;; Rose
Age;; 36
Birthday;; 7th September
Loyalties;; None, I look out for me, and me alone
Sexuality;; Straight
Member group;; Hunter
Abilities;; Only the ability to kick deamon ass!
Hair color;; Dark brown
Eye color;; Hazel
Skin tone;; Perfectly pale
Height;; 5'6"
Weight;; 109lbs
Defining characteristics;; Rose snorts a little when she laughs and always rubs her hands on her butt if they are wet or dirty.
Tattoos;; A faint floral design on her right arm.
Piercings;; None
Likes;; Rose likes tall, strong men. She enjoys kicking deamon ass, reading up about old curses and history, she enjoys a bottle of Bud now and again, she likes to shower only twice a week, she enjoys her hunter friends, she is in love with her '68 Pontiac Firebird and her 70's-80's rock music collection.
Dislikes;; She hates any sort of deamon, any man who cannot hold his own, prissy women, dogs, cats, she has a hate for wine and bread, she thinks religion is stupid, children and fat people.
Strengths;; Intelligent, she is a good shot, thinks on her feet, fast and stealthy.
Weaknesses;; Loud, easily annoyed, can be rather blunt, likes to get in on the action to fast or too soon.
Goals;; To kill the evil son of a bitch that killed her parents, to find some good honest hunter friends she can call in a spot of trouble, and to keep her baby running. Simple, but true.
Fears;; Rose fears not being able to kill the deamon that killed her parents, she is afraid she will loose someone close to her and she will always be afraid of dying even if she is up against it every day.
Best memory;; I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up in a cheap and nasty motel. white noise buzzing in the background, I think I was watching the wonderful Life or something like that. If only life was as accurate as they portray on TV eh? My tank top was sticking to me, it was so hot outside I was literally melting. all of a suddent I got a knock on the door. One of my old hunting friends. i wondered how the hell they knew where I was staying, but as all hunters are, we know everything about everything and everyone! We ended up in the small town forest killing the deamon that killed his daughter when she was five, and the same deamon that then killed his wife on the same day they year after. It was a beautiful moment seeing that basatrd sent back to hell for eternity! We went back to a bar, god a couple of buds, and blessed my baby cherry afterwards!
Worst memory;; My worst memory,and one that still cuts me to the core is watching my partner die. He got caught up in a vampires nest, well, we didn't know what was going on back then, we didn't even know that you had to decapitate a vamp, we thought stakes would work! How wrong we were. That must have been the worst day of my hunting career! -sigh-
Personality [overall];; Rose is some-what muti-personalitied. She can be motherly, and loving, while also brutal if she is needed to be. She is the person that people go to when they are in trouble, she knows everything about everything. Rose is fun, she loves to have a few beers with the guys, and kicks back her feet. She loves her car, and loves to fix her up too. She calls her Cherry.
Getting on the bad side of Rose isn't welcomed. She'll kick your ass faster than you can thumb a lift. And she is sure happy to do so.
Mother's name and age;; Amy Clarke, 42, Deceased
Father's name and age;; Dennis Clarke, 49, Deceased
Siblings;; Rose is an only child, or was, whichever you prefer
Children;; None
Spouse/Significant other/Sire;; None
History;; Rose grew up in London. It was busy all the time, traffic never seems to un-jam and well the taxi prices were just extaucinate! Rose grew up in a small house, it wasn't dainy, but just the right size. She attended her local school and was a straight A student. "Just like your old man!" Her father used to joke, usually followed by her mother bashing him over the head with stems of the flowers she was cutting.
Rose was always the girl everyone knew, she wasn't popular, but she was well known. She has one best friend called Emmy, she was her life. They used to play after school together in the streets and they always used to go to the threatre. When Emmy was 11, she caught a rare disease and died suddenly in hospital. Rose was just distroyed by this, and asked her dad if he would support Emmy's family in the case to beat the hospital for not helping her asmuch as they could. He failed to win the case and Emmys parents hated Rose's dad after that.
Rose rebelled, she cut her hair, which was a big thing for her, as her mother had always told her about her hair. "If you cut your hair, you release your soul" Her mother used to say. Rose began to swae, and cause trouble, and by the time she wals 13, her father began to drink, her mothers florists had depleated and she was left with empy shells for parents.
One winters evening, Rose came in drunk, her mother and father who normally wait up for her to come home wern't there... She looked around the house, and up to their room, they hadn't gone to bed. So she checked the kitchen. Only to find her mother and father hanging from their feet. She sat there and cried, and cried and cried. Suddenly, a deamon appeared from around the kitchen door, giggling and licking his lips. He flashed her his black eyes and dissapeared. Ever since that day Rose has been on the hunt to find the deamon that killed ehr parents, and she wont stop until either she does, or she gets killed.
Other;; None
Member title;; You wanna help? Shut the hell up!
Read the rules;; Oh yeah!!
RP Sample;; "Dust? Seriously?... God do these people ever clean?!" Rose pussy footed around the front room of the house, her sawn off shot gun close to her chest. Mind you it wouldn't have made any difference if she had ran loose in the house making all the noise she wanted. She did kick the door in after all...
"Argh! Good God!" Rose moaned. Staring her directly in the face was a teenager no older than 19, with a shotgun wound to the chest. "F*cking hillbillys..." She muttered under her breath as she lifted the wallet out of his pocket. Rose fingered through his wallet, looking for something to identify this boy, a school ID card, a credit card or even a note of some kind...
"Aha!" She smiled as she pulled out the ID card that was hiding behind everything else. "Corey Drake, 19, Missouri State College. Okay I'll take the f*cking hillbilly comment back. I don't think hillbillys have the brain capacity to study neuro science!" She snorted "God, did I just make a joke?! After over a decade on the job you'd think I'd loose touch! Not me!" She slapped her thigh and laughed, picking up a shell from the pocket near her knee.
Rose quickly hide around the side of the door, her shotgun loaded, papers on the floor of the kichen next to her started to crunch, she stepped out of the kitchen with all of her might... "NATE?!" She yelled. "I could have shot you, you son of a bitch!"
credit where credit is due. lyrics to All That Remains from the songs Two Weeks and This Calling. Application by me, Aly. aka taya, nolita of white pages and humanity hostage of caution2.0. don't steal. that’s all I ask, credit and I will love you forever, or at least give you a cookie. just not snickers cookies cause they are for my deanna-love.
Gracie Rose, Hunter Application
